Although Pamplona's San Fermin festival has a wide variety of
activities, the premier event is the Running of the Bulls (the
“Encierro”). This bizarre tradition
involves grown men and women running in front of 6 bulls along
a narrow set of streets hoping not to get gored or trampled. Apparently, it is quite an adrenaline rush...but the appeal is still questionable to us even after seeing it in person.
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Spanish tradition says that the origin of this ritual began
in the 14th century. While
transporting cattle to the market, the owners would try to hurry them along
using tactics of fear and excitement. This
habit grew more competitive over time and men would attempt to run in front of
the bulls without being overtaken by these
animals.
The morning Bull Run now draws thousands of men and women who
line the streets with hopes of running in front of or alongside of the
bulls for even a few seconds. The narrow
streets means that the runners are crammed in quite tightly, causing an added
level of risk.
The toro bravo breed of bulls who run are raised and trained specifically for this event and practice
running similar courses everyday. When
they arrive in Pamplona, the bulls actually do a trial run late the evening before the official run. From there, they overnight in the paddock right next to where the official course actually
begins.
The Encierro begins with runners singing a benediction three
times in front of a statue of Saint Fermin, asking for the Saint’s
protection. Most hold newspapers as they
chant which can be used in an emergency to help draw a bull’s attention away from
a risky situation.
At 8am, the first rocket is launched to let the runners and
spectators know that the bull pen’s gate has been opened. The second rocket is launched when the bulls
are out of the pen.
The runners, being
much slower than the bulls, are given a head start so the first part of the
race is just the bulls. The next few
minutes speed by in a flash as the bulls make their way through the
streets.
For the most part, they seem
somewhat disinterested in the runners who
are running beside and in front of them.
The goring and trampling results mostly from people getting in their way
as the bulls continue their run as practiced. During the two days we watched, only one bull seemed really angry and
appeared to bolt out in front of the other bulls and start charging at people,
letting them know he was not pleased.
The run ends at the stadium where the bulls run through the arena and then into a pen at the other side.
We watched the race in two ways, the first from a balcony
and the second in the Arena where the bulls finish.
The balcony allowed us to be in the heart of
the action. Our hearts raced as the
runners made their way onto the street and you could actually feel their nerves
and anticipation permeating through the street as the hugged
each other, kissed their religious necklaces and did their final
stretches. You could also see the looks
of terror and excitement as they saw the bulls coming around the corner. And then 10 seconds later they were down the
street and out of view.
Likely our preferred way to watch the race was in the
Arena. Although we had bought tickets,
the ticketmaster booths were broken and so we were forced to buy new tickets that morning. Luckily, the replacemet tickets
were a fraction of the cost at only 3 euros!
The stadium offered a much greater lead-up to the event,
with a marching band, hilarious video montages and a very rambunctious crowd,
many of whom were still up partying from the night before. Before the race, each bull was profiled, giving the audience details about their name, weight, age etc.
Being in the Arena allowed us to see the race from start to finish on the big screen. The Arena floor was full by the time the runners
all made it into the stadium and you could feel their exhilaration as they had
made it there safely.
After the Bull Run, a couple of young bulls (with horns wrapped) were let out into the ring, allowing people to play matador without real
consequence. This seemed to delight
everyone in the Arena and even the bulls seemed to kind of enjoy it, refusing
to leave the festivities even when both people and the steers tried to cajole them back into their pens.
So many people willingly getting up at 5am on their vacations
for a three-minute bull run.
Motivations, just the like the run itself, can be so strange
sometimes.
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